Book with Emperor

Chapter 217
Liucheng.

The ochre-red glow of dusk slanted on the window lattice, and the pedestrians on the street had all dispersed.

Yue Wentian stretched out his hand to close the window, turned around and walked to the bed behind him, on which lay the sleeping Princess Qing.

Yue Wentian put her hand into the quilt, watched her silently for a long time, then took off the black jade flying fish in her hand, put it beside the pillow, then got up, grabbed the saber on the table, and walked out of the room without hesitation. Door.

Half an hour later, Cen Wu knocked on the door.

"Little Lord?"

After she knocked twice, there was no answer, and she suddenly realized something, and pushed the door open.

The sandalwood in the room is wafting, making people feel peaceful and drowsy. On the bed is Qing Wangfei Zhao Shu, and there is no one else.

Cen Wu's heart tightened, and she glanced at a letter under the medicine bowl on the table.

She hurriedly stepped forward to open it, and after only one glance, her expression changed drastically, she clenched her waist knife and walked out of the room quickly.

"Come on!"

At the same time, as night fell, the cold wind from Beizhou crossed the Fuhe River in the Beijiang River, and in the northern part of Yulinxi Kingdom, a black figure rushed out of the city gate at night, rushing into the vast night, and disappeared in an instant.

Xiao Sheng stood on the turret of the city gate with his dagger in his arms, quietly watching this scene, the cold wind whipped up the dead leaves on the branches, and fell on the deserted street.

The leaves fall and the autumn arrives, and the north wind is already cold.

Three days later, before the time came, the four imperial guards guarded Xuanwu and Zhuque Streets mighty and mightily. People from every household also lit up their lamps and quietly opened their windows to look out at this scene. Everything was in order. Until a team wearing black armor and scimitars came out from behind the imperial army.

"It's Ling Yunqi..."

"Ling Yunqi is here..."

"This is going to the execution ground."

"Isn't it the prefect of Jingzhao's job to guard the execution ground? Why are there so many forbidden troops? Even Ling Yunqi is dispatched now?"

"Nonsense, don't you see whose head is going to be chopped off!"

"It's true, this is the first emperor master to be beheaded in our Daxi......"

"Hush, keep your voice down, people are coming."

"..."

Lou Binghe stood in front of the cell of Dali Temple with his hand on the saber at his waist, looking expressionlessly at Qin Guanyue whose hands were shackled, and finally landed on the white silk covering her eyes.

"Take off the white silk and verify your integrity."

"Don't worry, General, we've already experienced—"

Lou Binghe looked coldly at the yamen servant who was speaking, the yamen servant trembled in fright, and hurried to Qin Guanyue.

"This...Emperor Master, I can't help it, I offended..."

Although he accepted the benefits of the young master, he did not dare to disobey Lou Binghe.

Qin Guanyue put on a gentle smile on her pale face, "It's okay, General Lou is too afraid of me, it's understandable."

These words were meant to be ridiculed, but none of the people present dared to laugh.

The white silk was taken off, revealing a pair of dull eyes, the slightly protruding eye ends were stained with a touch of blood, plus the cinnabar mole between the eyebrows, this pale and thin face was slightly bewitching.

Lou Binghe quietly looked at this face without saying a word, as if he deliberately wanted to use this kind of scrutiny to slow down the other party's heart at the quiet moment of the other's death, so as to reveal some flaws and let him see Does the other party really have nowhere to go?

However, the woman in front of him was not the officials who were greedy for life and afraid of death that he had dealt with before.

Qin Guanyue just let him scrutinize her, she didn't see the panic and bewilderment before she died, instead she looked at him quietly with those invisible eyes, never admitting defeat.

At this moment, Xie Heng walked over.

"I've seen the general. It's time to take the prisoner to the execution ground."

After Xie Heng said lightly, he glanced at the yamen servant, who nodded and tied the white silk back.

Lou Binghe took a look at Xie Heng, responded, and turned to leave, but saw a man who looked like a servant rushing forward.

"General! Your Majesty summons you to the palace for an audience, and please follow me to the palace as soon as possible."

"Now?"

Lou Binghe glanced at the servant, and then at Qin Guanyue. He was no longer anxious to see His Majesty a few days ago, "I am about to take the prisoner to the execution ground. What is your Majesty's urgent matter? Can I wait until after the execution?" Entering the palace to see you?"

Seeing that he was evasive, the servant couldn't help getting up anxiously, stepped forward and handed out a personal token, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty suddenly had a high fever last night, and it got better this morning. As soon as he woke up, he called the general—"

Lou Binghe frowned when he saw the token, but his expression changed when he heard this, he grabbed the token and ordered the lieutenant beside him to perform his duties, and then hurried to the palace with the servants.

Lieutenant General Yang Fei turned to look at Xie Heng, and said with a smile, "Since that's the case, I will take the prisoner to the execution ground."

Xie Heng lowered his eyes, "Vice General Yang, walk slowly."

At Chenshi, the sky was bright, and Ling Yunqi escorted Qin Guanyue, who was in shackles, through Xuanwu Street. Everyone gathered around the roadside to watch, but no one dared to speak loudly, only whispering discussions.

They talked about this Daxi's first young female emperor teacher, about her background, about her various achievements in the Son of Heaven Festival, and finally the crimes she was charged with.

"Maybe it's an affair. I heard that Yongzhou's son Yue looks as handsome as his father Qingwang..."

"How did I hear that the son of Yue has a marriage contract with the second lady of Zheng Guogong's mansion?"

"I heard that the son of Yue pretended to be the son of Sheyu and pretended to marry the princess of Shangyang just to accompany the emperor..."

"Yes, yes, I heard that Princess Shangyang was abandoned in the bridal chamber on her wedding night. Oh, my daughter's family lost all face..."

"If you want me to say, if you choose me, I will also choose the emperor teacher. Whether it is appearance or status, Princess Shangyang can't compare..."

"..."

On the second floor of the inn nearby, He Lin stood behind the window with a veil on and watched all this with a calm and indifferent expression.

The maid next to her was so angry that she bit her lip and poohed, "A bunch of gossips, wait for retribution!"

The servant girl glanced at the young lady beside her, fearing that she would be unhappy, so she said, "Miss, look, Qin Guanyue is going to the execution ground in a while, and when the time comes, her head will fall to the ground, who would dare to look at her more." Hmph , deserve it!"

He Lin said, "Go out."

"Yes." The servant girl's expression froze, she turned and went out.

The door was closed, He Lin quietly looked at the lively scene downstairs, and slowly turned around.

The corners of her mouth hidden behind the veil gradually rose, and a low laugh came out of her throat, and then she laughed out loud, the flowers and branches trembled wildly, and the steps on her temples shook vigorously, intertwined in a messy way.

"Hahaha! Hahaha—"

Suddenly, a cool voice sounded behind him.

"It's true, no matter how beautiful a face is, it can't hide an ugly and resentful heart..."

She turned pale and turned around abruptly.

I saw that the window was closed at some time, and a young man in a black jacket was leaning against the window, looking at her with the corner of his mouth curled up, his face full of sarcasm.

She opened her eyes wide in horror, and opened her mouth to call out, but found that no sound could come out of her throat.

(End of this chapter)